We go to Norway for fishing, the mood is elevated. We pass the north of Sweden, stopped at the gas station to drink coffee, the gas station is quite busy, six people stand in the box office, everyone is decently silent. I took a huge cup of latte in the machine, I am going to arrange in line to pay. Here the glass somehow shakes out, the coffee flies into half the room, well, and unwittingly I get annoyed: -Ssuuk!

I looked at the sides, I think well, they don’t understand Russian. When the cashier screams to me, it is so boldly, through the whole turn: - Don't worry! Heather with him! Get another one for free! There was a guy from Kazakhstan, stumbled, went on. All positive.